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Phantom Stache; [KW]
Topic Started: Apr 30 2017, 02:41 AM (36 Views)
Kyle
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Carolina Gentleman
Banned
8:45 PM
On a Saturday
Belfast, Northern Ireland

People are hungry, they don't want to cook, so they go to a restaurant. It's the easy thing to do when you're lazy yet don't want to die because of lack of sustenance. Keith Williams has the same idea in mind, deciding to dine out at one of the more elegant establishments in the area.

He's dressed for the occasion in a black coat and black tie, white button up shirt of course. In addition to him, everyone else in the restaurant has taken the same cue to dress in their best. The wait staff even look first-rate.

Despite there being a full house of patrons, there doesn't seem to be much noise making it rather convenient for this affair. We're seated across from Keith and it's almost like we're on a date with him with how intimate it feels.

Keith Williams: "Good evening."

The way he says this is totally inviting, he presents a clear picture of confidence and suaveness. Totally soaking up the recent success of a win over Nathaniel Alexander.

Keith Williams: "Another week, another confrontation with the Coulter Crew. It's like playing a broken down version of whack a mole. They keep popping up, but the rest of FIW keeps hammering them down."

As he says this, a waiter walks up to the table, greeting Keith and giving to him a glass of wine before leaving again. Williams takes the glass, swirling the wine around for a bit while looking at it, then looks back up at the camera.

Keith Williams: "It humbles me to know the Alpha Wolves trust me as their tag-team partner despite us not being completely familiar with each other. I didn't know much about The Dream when I came back, I just knew it was the right thing to do. This is completely new territory for me as much as it is for everyone else. I understand how awkward it can be to expect... The Sleaze."

He solemnly reaches towards his face, doing a phantom mustache stroke because there's no actual mustache there to stroke in the first place.

Keith Williams: "Turning over a new leaf was never meant to be easy. It's not a journey most can take because of the amount of determination it takes to see it through. Guys like Darian Gray, like Caleb Claudel, like... Clay Krueger. They're ignorantly content to stay stuck in the single minded approach they've known their entire lives. Resorting to underhanded tactics to get a win when the odds aren't in their favor. I would never expect any of them to begin to know what change is."

Williams once more looks at the glass of wine.

Keith Williams: "Speaking of Clay Krueger..."

He holds up the glass, toasting his former tag-team partner.

Keith Williams: "Congratulations, bud. Six time FIW World Tag Team Champion. That's quite the feat, truly. If there were a plaque for biggest hypocrite of the year I'd award it to you as well."

The Carolina Gentleman takes a sip of wine, setting the glass back down on the table.

Keith Williams: "Your biggest gripe with me is my checkered past with tag-team partners. Yet... You've had just as many tag-team partners if not more. You surround yourself with men that blame others like you claim me to do. Darian Gray, a man you call your Coulter Crew brother, one of your tag-team partners this week, holds a vendetta against me because of FIW management's decisions."

Keith raises an eyebrow, questioning Krueger and his ethics.

Keith Williams: "I outright said I didn't deserve that spot. And with the entire weight of the world on my shoulders... I blew it. Your fellow FIW World Tag Team Champion at least has that right. I gave it my all, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to overcome the hurdle that is the Coulter Crew."

He takes hold of the wine glass once more, raising it to his lips and taking another sip for good measure before he continues.

Keith Williams: "I've also taken it upon myself to sign up for the insanity that is the main-event of the evening on ReVolt. A hardcore over-the-top-rope elimination battle royal for the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship."

It's certainly a mouthful, which leads to Williams taking a brief moment to keep speaking.

Keith Williams: "What do I know about hardcore? Not a fucking thing. I do know, however... That I want to get my hands on Stephen Eversol. I want to prove to him that like Nathaniel Alexander I can beat him."

With Dino Bambino's services that shouldn't be an issue. What? You aren't aware of who this mysterious character is or when they appeared? Let me refer you here, good brother or sister.

Keith Williams: "I don't claim to get hardcore. And I'm not sure my eyes could ever like neon as much as the rejects from that umpteenth time failed promotion, no matter the incarnation. More of their kind show up here all the time, that's cool. I get it, they really have nowhere else to go."

He shrugs.

Keith Williams: "I'm not sure what the other participants might bring as weapons. Don't expect anything extravagant from me. I'm simple, I crack steel chairs across skulls in an effective fashion. I don't sling around barbwire wrapped dildos on chains. It's not my style."

Another shrug. He's in a shrugging mood about all of this.

Keith Williams: "What I'm focused on is making sure I toss Stephen J. Eversol over the top rope right on his face made for headlocking. I've held the now defunct FIW Dual Crown Championship. I've held the FIW World Tag Team Championships on two separate occasions. I think it's time I put my spin on the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship."

Does anyone remember the terrible spinning Cena inspired championships? Take that in for a moment. That happened. We had spinner wrestling titles.

Keith Williams: "The Coulter Crew with one less championship is a positive for all of FIW. The group of them is a plague that unless completely wiped out will continue to poison this promotion. If it takes chopping each head off of the hydra that is Kim Coulter's group of miscreants, then that's what I'm willing to do."

He finishes off the last of his wine, ending this shindig with an empty glass because who leaves behind unfinished alcohol? An asshole. A group of assholes like the Coulter Crew, that's who.

Keith Williams: "FIW as a whole is stronger and longer lasting than any stable that's tried to dominate here. As much as the Coulter Crew would like to think it's unique, it's only a derivative of every other group that's come and gone. They'll eventually crack, they'll eventually be forced to crumble and come face-to-face with the sad sack of douchebags they really are."

Keith looks to lift up his glass again, except... It's empty.

Keith Williams: "I'd toast to your downfall this week. But it seems I actually managed to finish my drink. Oh well!"

He toasts them with an empty glass anyways, at least holding it up. KW puts it back down though, the scene slowly fading to black.
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